I didn’t choose to be a single mom, but I chose to rise above the pain of divorce and give my kids the strength they deserve. When my marriage fell apart, it felt like the ground beneath me had been ripped away. I had spent so many years building a life I thought was solid, only to watch it crumble. But in the midst of the heartbreak and chaos, I realized something profound—I couldn’t change what had happened, but I could choose how I moved forward.

Becoming a single mom wasn’t part of the plan, but life rarely goes as planned. I knew I had two choices: let the pain define me or use it as fuel to rebuild. For my kids, I chose the latter. They needed to see that even when life knocks you down, you get back up stronger.

It wasn’t easy. There were nights I cried silently after they went to bed, overwhelmed by the weight of it all. Juggling work, bills, school drop-offs, and trying to be both mom and dad was exhausting. But each morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. My children were watching, learning from how I handled adversity.

With time, I stopped seeing myself as broken and started seeing myself as resilient. Divorce didn’t destroy me—it taught me my own strength. And every day, I strive to show my kids that love, courage, and determination can build a life even more beautiful than the one we lost.